here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book